"Well then. Step on up, young Aspen. You will be selected next." Fenir replies.
My friends, in awe of what I just did, cheered me on from their seats. I couldn't ask for better a support group.
As before with Xena, Fenir begins mixing herbs and chanting incoherently in Swahili until the Aroura Borealis appears again. This time, in glorious hues of aquamarine, teal, and black. Legend says in the selection, the Aroura Borealis will shine only the favorite colors of the selected mate and the selectee. I recognize who loves the black instaniously but say nothing. This is the ancestors' job, not mine, and I'm probably wrong as well. There's no way it could happen.
"Aspen, may I speak to you in private, please?" Fenir whispers in my ear.
I nod and follow her behind the shaman's rock.
"I know it's not entirely my business, but the ancestors chose......"
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Perfect Mates
Fiksi RemajaEvery year there are 10 nights in which wolves believe they are the perfect night. Any wolves that turned 17 between any of these 10 nights, participate in something called the selection. A shaman calls upon the ancestors to decide a mate for said w...
